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First two paragraphs = skippable. Miqui is with her.
Tlantli is by Alaine!
The flaxen coyote heard the call, and stiffened. Her room was cold, as it tended to be, and the woman was in her bed. She had not expected this call, though she knew what it meant and what waited for her. Frowning, the woman stood and peeked out of her window, standing on tiptoe to see out of it. Grunting, the woman flicked her tail in anxiety and strode back toward her bed, hovered there a moment, and abruptly turned and strode out of her door. She did not head immediately to the feast, however, but instead fetched her brother first.
Miqui frowned at her when she came toward him, and asked why she was not headed to the feast. I wanted to walk with you, the woman responded, snapping her Spanish at him quickly. She would not allow him to proceed her into the feast; it was not her wish to skulk behind him. She did wish to seat herself by him, however, and some small part of her balked at striding into the room completely alone. She would have to sit away from the space she'd occupied before, and this displeased her, but she would go nonetheless.
Turning on her heels, the woman strode back toward the ruins with her brother in tow, approaching the brightly lit place that served as their dinner hall. The woman did not hesitate, but peered at it with open dislike for a moment before composing her face. She bore an expression of forced indifference as she entered and walked -- slowly, but not so slowly she seemed hesitant -- toward the place near the end of the table, Miqui just behind her. The red-eyed coyote bore a smile on his face, greeting various canines with small nods here and there.
Tlantli slid into her seat and Miqui sat beside her, peering up toward the high place where Sirius and Eris sat, though of course, he kept his gaze away from their faces and therefore their eyes. Tlantli peered down at her own lap, sparing not a glance at anyone around her until she was sure she could meet their gazes. When she finally looked up, she saw herself seated just across from Isabella. Tlantli offered the woman a small smile, delighted to have selected a place where she would not feel terribly out of place..
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